Serendipity 24: Family Ties, Pt. 2

"Look, Shane and I have gotten real used to being with each other. We help each other all the time with lots of stuff, and we work really well together. I've been showing her how to use Dad's graphics programs,..."

[When did that start??]

"... and she's not as good as me yet, be she learns real quick. And she's got these great design ideas -- stuff I couldn't come up with in a million years -- and we make a good team. In fact, they've used some of our stuff on the school's website."

We had no idea.

Then Shana came in. "And like you said, I've been making a special effort to look at the other boys around, and my friends' brothers, and even their dads, and I still haven't seen anyone who's anywhere near as good as Eddie. We love each other, and we don't want to break up our team."

And then she stunned us by adding, "And Eddie's a wonderful lover to me, and I love making him feel good."

Gobsmacked!

Too much information?

Or maybe, in this context, not.

Then, being a mother, I had to ask, "What if you decide that you want to have children at some point? I mean -- you're brother and sister ... "

The ever-practical Shana instantly replied, "No problem -- we just get genetic tested. If there's some reason we shouldn't have kids, we'll adopt." Then she smiled. "I'm sure there's lotsa kids out there who'd be happy to have some really cool grandparents."

Ted and I were silent for what seemed like forever (maybe 20 seconds, tops). Their reasons were -- I can't believe I'm using this word about a couple of teenagers -- cogent. I looked at Ted, he looked at me. Apparently, we didn't really have any more arguments for them.

It was Ted who finally said, "Look, what you've explained to us makes sense. But we all still have time. Next year, if you still feel the same way about things, we'll look at it then and figure out what to do."

* * * * * * * *

It was after one of the nights that we'd "visited" Jane that the story took another turn.

Despite his "positive" response to Janey's lewd suggestion that I might want to lick a load of his cum out of her tight little cunt, Ted apparently meant it when he said that Candace and I were the only women he ever needed. As a result, I have to content myself with licking his sperm off Jane's face -- or her licking it off my face -- and, usually, sharing it with each other.

And, like Ted, I don't need another man -- even one as attractive as Jane's husband, Ben. However, Ted has gotten comfortable with having Ben there with us to watch Jane and me and to add to his wife's arousal, just as Ted's presence adds to mine. These sessions usually result in Ted fucking me and Ben fucking Jane while she and I tear into each other. And sometimes, Ted gets to watch me suck Ben's sperm out of Janey's pussy; and Ben gets to watch his raunchy wife suck Ted's sperm out of me.

I don't know if the time will ever come when I get to watch my beautiful husband fuck Jane's sexy body. I know she'd certainly like that to happen, just as she'd like to watch her stud husband ravage me while she and Ted watch (and probably do other stuff). And I know that, if we ever get to that point, Jane will make sure that she gets double-penetrated, with both men inside of her at the same time. And I know that if that ever happens, I won't allow myself to be left out!

God, just the thought of Ben and my Ted wrecking little Janey ...

But this evening was different. When we arrived at Jane's, we were somewhat surprised to find that Ben would not be joining us this evening. Janey, thinking that Ted might be somewhat self-conscious when Ben is present -- and, consequently, be less inhibited if Ben wasn't here − had arranged for Ben to go with their daughter, Christiana, to an overnight camp-out with her high school environment club.

As a result, Jane was finally able (with my enthusiastic encouragement!) to get Ted to fuck her. I kind of turned the evening over to them, which, of course, means "over to Janey." And like every good seducer, Jane started out carefully.

As usual, we were all wearing the silken, satiny robes we usually put on when we start an evening -- together. And Ted, as he usually did, was sitting in the soft, armless chair where he usually sits when he and Ben watch Janey and me in action.

Jane went over to Ted and straddled his thighs, and she spread the front of his robe open from the waist up. She leaned forward and starting saying things softly into his ear.

"Y'know, Ted, Ben's not here, and my pussy is so-o-o empty. And your wife says your cock fills her so-o-o good." She stopped and gave him a little lick in the ear. "Do you think you could make your cock fill my little pussy the way you do your wife's? Come on, Ted -- you know she wants to see you do it, don't you?"

I went over to Ted and kneeled at the side where Janey wasn't whispering. "Ted -- you know she wants it, don't you? She's wanted you to fuck her for a long time, after all the things I've told her about you." I licked that ear, and I reached into his robe and played with his nipple a little.

"You know she wants it, Ted. Because she's a little whore, and she has to have cock inside her."

Ted saw where this -- the evening -- was going, so he opened the front of Jane's robe and began squeezing her tits -- first gently, because he is, basically, a gentle person, but then harder and harder, knowing the way that Jane likes -- craves -- intense, brutal stimulation.

Jane groaned, and she swore, then she stood up from Ted's thighs, unknotted the belt and pushed his robe aside, and then grabbed his fully-hard cock and guided it directly to her hungry pussy and dropped herself down on it.

It looked like she had been intending to take it in all at once, but she hadn't fully counted on Ted''s bulk. She got a few inches inside her, and then she had to stop. I think I even saw her grimace slightly in pain. But then, a smile started to spread across her lips. She looked at Ben, then she looked at me, then she looked straight into Ted's eyes, and in a single move, drove herself all the way down on Ted's cock, 'til her pussy was pressed against his groin.

Jane worked herself to several orgasms like that, until Ted couldn't hold out any more, and he snarled, "Damn you, you little bitch!" and groaned as he had a massive orgasm in Janey''s cunt. I, who had been taking in all of this very intently, had one of my own.

Since Ted and Janey were still kind of connected, I got up and went out to the refrigerator for some drinks, not even bothering to close my robe. After all, everyone there (except Mai) had seen what's under my robe, and I flattered myself that maybe some of them would like to see it again.

Anyway, when I got back to the bedroom with the drinks, Ted and Janey had disengaged and were now on the huge bed, sitting, their backs against the cushioned headboard. A few drinks and a little artful ministrations from Janey, and they were both ready for another round. Again, it was Janey's show.

"It felt so good when you came in my cunt," she took his head in her hands and licked his lips, then kissed him, then nibbled on his lips a little, "and now I want to feel you in my ass. Your wife tells me that it's incredible when you fuck her in the ass, and you can last forever. Is that true? I want you up my ass for as long as you can. You can do anything, Ted, anything you want. Maybe even some of those things that Georgia won't let you do..."

Well, of course, there's nothing that I won't let Ted do -- in my asshole, or anywhere else, for that matter. But to hear Jane issue the invitation -- the challenge -- was still exciting. My hand headed toward my cunt again.

Jane stayed on top -- it was obvious she was going to continue control of the situation -- turned around so her ass was to Ted and she was facing toward his feet -- and toward me. She got onto her knees, and in a "reverse-cowgirl" position, began to force her little asshole down on Ted's cock.

It took her a while, and a number of tries, but she finally got every difficult, painful inch inside her asshole. Then she just sat. I don't think I'd ever seen Jane take so long to adjust to a penetration -- any penetration. But she did tonight, with Ted, in her ass.

Finally, after she had adjusted to Ted's "invasion," the old Janey took over. She basically "raped herself" on Ted's cock. Ted didn't have to do anything but stay focused and stay hard, which, under the circumstances, was no challenge at all. I continued to see how much I could jam up my cunt, and how far.

Once she had "raped herself" enough, she lay back, so she was lying on Ted's chest. She was about to move his hands to her tits, but Ted was already in motion, and as he grabbed her tits once again, both Jane's hands found their way down to her pussy and her clit, and she worked on herself frantically while Ted continued to thrust into her asshole and maul her tits, squeezing, pulling, pinching, twisting, then squeezing again.

And, as always, even this was never enough for Jane. She looked into my eyes, then looked down toward her pussy, then into my eyes again. And it was as powerful a command as I have ever been given. My hands let go of my pussy, and I crawled onto the bed and in between Jane's legs, and took a big mouthful of her wet, puffy pussy. From extensive experience, I knew what she wanted, and I just ate her.

And that set Janey off in another way. "That's it! Eat me, whore!" "Your husband's dick is so far up my ass." "My ass is so hot and so tight for him he'll never want another ass again." "He'll only want my ass now -- you'll have to find another way for him to fuck you, 'cause my ass is the only ass he'll want, you stupid slut."

In fact, Jane's words should have hurt me. But they didn't. Instead, they excited me -- as Jane knew all along that they would. And maybe I would have to find even more outrageous, more extreme ways of letting Ted fuck me. I was looking forward to trying.

But right now, I knew what Janey's game was. I lifted my face from her pussy and I sneered at her.

"I know what you want, you little cunt. You want Ted and me to wreck you, don't you? You want us to wreck your pussy and your asshole."

And that got through to Janey. She hadn't fully known it before, but as soon as she heard my words, she knew. Yes! She wanted us to not hold back -- to go all out and abuse her holes just as much as we possibly could.

Her answer: a deep groan -- a groan of submission.

With no finesse at all, I wormed my entire hand up into Janey's cunt. I worked it around, pressing everyplace I could reach. I pulled my fist out, then pushed it back in, but only part way, so I could rotate it and stretch her pussy every which way. (While I was doing this, it made me remember how James -- Paul -- had fist-fucked me after I got so turned-on hearing about Jane's and Lauren's club performance in Kiev. God, he wrecked me so-o-o good! I'll thank him for that time for the rest of my life. I might even be able to give my Ted a few ideas.)

Inside Jane's cunt, I could feel Ted's cock, filling her rectum, pressing against her cunt wall, and I took the opportunity to press against him and rub, jacking him off in Jane's ass while I was fisting her cunt. And he was responding to my pressures, because through the membrane that separated us, I felt his cock start to pulse, then faster, then

"Oh, god -- fuck you, Jane!"

And then I heard something I never thought I'd hear from Jane: "Enough!"

Respectfully, I stopped punching and slowly, steadily, removed my fist from Jane. She collapsed back onto Ted, who seemed to be still throbbing in her ass. Finally, his contractions stopped, and Jane rolled off of him and onto her side, and Ted -- Ted -- rolled toward her, put his arms around her tenderly, and gently kissed her shoulder and her hair. They stayed like that for some minutes, eventually dozing off.

....and I lay back on the bed next to them and shoved as many fingers as I could up my snatch. Jane had finally gotten to use Ted the way she had fantasized for so long. And I finally got to suck several loads of Ted's cum out of Janey's tight little cunt -- and, her asshole.

Jane was able to get Ted up for a last excursion into my finger-stretched pussy. She licked his asshole while he pleasured me with his half-hard dick, and when he finally fell out, she licked him clean of whatever juices still lingered there.

And while Jane was cleaning my husband, I was having thoughts -- about future get-togethers. Since Ted was comfortable enough to fuck Jane when Ben wasn't here, maybe the next time he'd be comfortable enough to fuck Jane when Ben was here. And if he could fuck Jane when Ben was here, I'll bet Janey could get both of them to fuck her at the same time. And if she could get them to do it to her, then there's no way that I was going to miss that, too.

Just the thought! Both Ben and my Ted, fucking my holes at the same time! I was thinking − Ted's massive meat in my cunt and Ben's longer, slimmer cock with its pleasing bend up in my asshole... Maybe I could even get them both to pee inside me at the same time. That would be ...

Excuse me. There's something I have to do...right away ...!

* * * * * *

There, I'm back now.

Anyway, as usual, Ted and I had showered and dressed and hurried back home before the kids woke up. Not because we were trying to hide the fact that Mom and Dad had spent most of the night with Aunt Jane ("Why?" "Doing what??"). We just felt that, as parents, it was our responsibility to be there when our children wake up to start their day.

Of course, the first thing I did when we went into the house was to check on "the children." Shana's bedroom door was open (as usual), and when I looked in, it appeared that Eddie and Shana had taken advantage of our absence to spend their first full night together (at least, the first we knew of!). I was greeted by the sight of my son, spooned around the body of his younger sister, his arm draped almost protectively over her. They really looked rather sweet. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that, but I pulled the bedroom door closed and let them be.

A little later, I decided to check on them again. This time, I found Caleen standing there watching them.

"I couldn't help but look. They're pretty casual about doors, aren't they?" Caleen said, smiling.

I looked in again. They had changed positions, so now it was Shana who cradled Eddie's sleeping head, his cheek against her small breasts. Shana woke up, and she saw us. She smiled softly and put a finger to her lips, signaling us to be quiet. Then she bent a little and kissed her older brother's head. It was so innocent, one of the sweetest things I can ever recall.

I closed their door again. "Caleen, how did this happen? I mean, how did they get to where ... how did they get to this point ...?"

"I don't really know, Mom. I think maybe they started out as little sister adoring her older brother and her brother always looking out for his little sister, and that never went away. When they got older, they just got in the habit of looking to each other for, well, for almost everything. I remember them helping each other with their chores -- seriously, Mom, did you ever see a brother and sister helping each other with chores? Usually, it's the exact opposite.

"And didn't you ever notice how when Shane started school, she never seemed to need any help from you or Dad? That's because from her very first day in school, Eddie was always there helping her.

"And they just got used to working together like a team. And when they started to have sex feelings, I guess it was just natural for them to look to each other to find out the answers."

And it was when Caleen said the word "team" -- that's when it all started to make some sort of sense to me. Eddie and Shana used that word a lot. The two were, indeed, "a team." They did everything together, as a team; and when you're part of a team, it means that the team is more important than anything else. And that's the way Eddie and Shana were to each other. And everybody knows -- when you've got a good team, you don't mess with it.

* * * * * * * *

Caleen and I were talking during a quiet moment one Saturday afternoon. I love spending time with Caleen. We're so close, and so often see things in the same way, that much of the time it's like I'm talking to a sister instead of my daughter. Another thing: She is so much like Candace, in so many ways, that sometimes it's like Candace never left us.

On this afternoon, Caleen seemed to be in kind of a reflective mood, and I don't know how we got on it, but, after a little hesitation, she asked, "Mom, did Mommy ever have sex with any man besides Dad?"

I wasn't sure what brought up these thoughts, now, but I could certainly understand a young woman of Caleen's age wanting to know more about her mother, including some of the more "personal stuff." And, as always, I knew it was best to be totally forthright with Caleen.

"Yes, Dear, I know of one -- and only one time -- when she was with someone else. Actually, two men."

"What??"

"Yes, Dear, it was with your Uncle Matt and Uncle Paul, during the time she was pregnant with you."

"Eeewww! That's disgusting! How did something like that ever happen??"

I understood her initial reaction to this news, but I went on to explain,

"No, Dear, it wasn't disgusting. In fact, it was kind of sweet. Your Mom was pregnant with you, and your Dad's National Guard unit got their overseas duty extended, and she was alone, and facing some serious financial pressures with their student loans. And to top it off, the pregnancy had put her sexual needs into overdrive. And your Aunt Lauren suggested that maybe they could help each other out by giving Matthew and Paul a very special present for their birthdays -- your Mom."

"And Dad was OK with this??"

"He was. In fact, he was all for it. I don't think you can ever realize how much your Dad loved your mother, and how he would do anything for her. He felt absolutely terrible that he couldn't be there to help your Mom, so when he found out that the men would be Aunt Lauren's and Jane's dads, he encouraged her to do it."

"So how did it work out?"

I smiled. "Well, according to Lauren and Jane -- oh, yeah, your aunts were there, too -- they slept on the fold-out sofa bed in the hotel room -- there was a lot of laughing and playing and fun, and in the end, your Mom got her sexual needs met and your uncles got their hearts stolen."

"Huh?"

"Caleen, your mother was the easiest person in the world to fall in love with, and your uncles were not immune."

I think Caleen was really -- touched -- by the idea that her mother was the kind of person that people fell in love with. She sat quietly for a minute or two, seemingly reflecting on this new aspect of her mother that she just learned about.

Then her face got this expression -- like she was trying to work out some problem. She turned to me and said, "Remember when you stayed to take care of us, when Mom had to take that business trip? And remember when Eddie and I would come into the bedroom and jump into bed with you and Mom and Dad and play?" And she hesitated ...

"What, Dear?"

"Well, Eddie and I have talked about it, and we've tried to remember,...and we can't remember you wearing any clothes then." And she paused and looked at me, her eyebrows raised as if she was about to ask me a question. Finally, "Were you and Mom and Dad naked together in bed those times?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, none of us was wearing anything those times in bed."

"And ... does that mean that you and Mom ...?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, as I said, your mom was a very easy person to love." I paused, to give her time to process this information. Then I asked, "How do you feel about that?"